It's a beautiful, clear midwinter day. The sun is shining, it's unbearably frigid, there is neither a leaf on a tree nor a snowflake in the sky. Just one problem: There is supposed to be a major, record-setting snowstorm. Oops. I'm not complaining. I don't mind when the weather service predicts severe weather and it doesn't happen. After all, we're only human, and computers are only computers. We all make mistakes. The last big storm predictions were based on several computer models. In a harbinger of confusion to come, the models ranged from 1 inch of snow to 19 inches. Chances dictate that the amount should have fallen somewhere in between. Turned out that...

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